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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 8:01:01 GMT -8
Nereida gave Giplor a challenging and almost defiant look from the other side of the carriage, although dressed as she was in her lovely gown, flowers in her dark and tumbling hair, she looked more like a nymph of summer than she did any unruly maid... but Giplor knew better. He had seen her temper, as mild as it had been, and he knew WHAT she was, and knew legends of what her Sisters were like. Nereida had yet to realize that he was a killer of her sisters, and this was a good thing. For Giplor.
"I will enjoy what I want to enjoy," Nereida said to him, her voice a beautiful melody that might even lure Giplor from where he sat opposite her to actually sitting beside her. She turned her head as the beautiful, ornate, and glittering carriage continued through the streets of Ozmodias, and then went onto her knees and bent out the window when a great shadow passed over.
She looked up into the sky and saw a dragon, TROGDOR, flying past. A beautiful smile to dim the beauty of dawn blossomed on her face as she moved back inside and turned that radiance onto Giplor, her dark, almond shaped eyes warm upon him.
"There is a great beast in the skies," she told him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 8:33:47 GMT -8
She paused for Raulio to catch up, feeling giddy that she was about to catch a criminal. Or, well, THEY were about to. She frowned when she thought of the darkness that had caused her pain, and how it had been he who had revealed who the killer was.
She shook her head, silver-white hair swaying to rid the thoughts.
"We'll be fine, Mr. Mayor!" Rosamond said, and she pat Bennik lightly on the head.
Turning to walk with Megan and Raulio, she spoke. "The Octopus Sales Man must sell his wares thateconvenient to him. So if he's not here... maybe he's down by the wharf?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 11:35:20 GMT -8
Robert, running to call the watchmen, runs straight into Lord Sorrowsong, the picture of the octopus seller flying from his hand. "Oh, I'm sorry sir. I must bring this to the constables, it's a picture of the killer. Actually..." He picks up the paper and fumbles with it, unfolding it. Sorrowsong would recognize the crooked, out-of-sync octopus seller from the docks. "Have you seen this man? He's a wanted killer." Ihram takes a few paces back when Alecos runs into Robert, standing to the side as the mayor explained to the lord the situation. "Well, I do believe we saw that man at the docks. Can't remember for the life of me what he was doing; I will admit that I was famished when we disembarked and could only think of the seafood. If I see him again, I'll let you know!" |
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A corrupted spirit
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Roleplay posts: 27 
Age: ?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 23:13:47 GMT -8
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Post by A corrupted spirit on Nov 24, 2015 12:15:12 GMT -8
Shaun meandered the streets. He was lost in the sense that he had no idea where he was, but he also had no particular destination in mind. Such was the Way of the Path. His journey would lead him wherever he needed to be. As he walked he took in the sights around him, trying to gauge the pulse of this foreign land. Idly he wondered what the religion of this nation was and if the people would be willing to listen to the Way of the Path. The Path could be followed along with most it not all religions.
A dark shadow flickered over the street. Shaun looked up to see a great beast flying above. A dragon! Shaun had never seen one before and his heart leaped with excitement and trepidation. Surely this was why he ended up in Ozmodias. Shaun picked up his pace and followed his Path in the direction the dragon had been headed.
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Megan Zachurr
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Roleplay posts: 131 
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Nov 24, 2015 18:35:41 GMT -8
"The Wharf huh? I shall go on ahead." Megan twirls her scepter and runs toward the sea. "If I find him, I'll keep him in place so he can be apprehended." <exits to Ozmodias Harbor > |
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 24, 2015 18:57:25 GMT -8
"Enjoy whatever you want." Giplor spoke to her while still looking over the water.
The drug, her voice, once again made Giplor feel stronger in all aspects. His confused mind would become more centered, a high confidence that looked upon the sea for any enemy to dare challenge them. Although Giplor didn't move next to her, his posture would straighten up, pushing his chest out as it was a shield.
When Nereida postured herself to look out the window, Giplor did sneak a peak of her body. It was so appealing to him. The view didn't last long once she spoke of a flying beast. Giplor moved quickly to the opposite side of the carriage and looked out the window to see Trogdor.
"The damn dragon! He might be Pharoah Kiraxo's dragon, but he doesn't need to be breaking stuff here!" He whispered to himself.
Giplor turned to Nereida and smiled, "It wasn't in the plans, but I have to stop and see what Trogdor is doing here. Would you like to meet a dragon?"
The knights pulling the carriage had already directed the carriage towards the dragon. It wasn't long before they here the loud crash like sounds from the direction of Robert's home. Trogdor had landed, at least he didn't burn anything.
Exit to Mayor's Mansion>
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Nov 24, 2015 19:03:06 GMT -8
Robert, running to call the watchmen, runs straight into Lord Sorrowsong, the picture of the octopus seller flying from his hand. "Oh, I'm sorry sir. I must bring this to the constables, it's a picture of the killer. Actually..." He picks up the paper and fumbles with it, unfolding it. Sorrowsong would recognize the crooked, out-of-sync octopus seller from the docks. "Have you seen this man? He's a wanted killer." "Hmm, yes, he does look familiar. I believe I might have seen him on the Harbourside, trying to push some disgusting-looking seafood onto a poor man. In fact, I'm not even sure it was seafood... At any rate, who is he? Who are you?" Alecos said, holding his cane tightly to keep his balance. |
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 26, 2015 17:14:51 GMT -8
"Ah, excellent!"
Robert runs off, then stops.
"Actually...how would you like to catch a killer? I'm the mayor of this town, and I could use your help. Come with me."
He heads off towards the docks.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Nov 26, 2015 22:50:34 GMT -8
"Ah, excellent!" Robert runs off, then stops. "Actually...how would you like to catch a killer? I'm the mayor of this town, and I could use your help. Come with me." He heads off towards the docks. "The... Mayor? Well, of course we will. Our civic duty." Alecos said, striding after him, his cane rapping on the cobbles. |
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Frederick
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: Thirty-something
Physical Description:
Frederick is, for lack of a better term, special. Seemingly a normal vampire bat, he was born with the inability to be sensed by anybody who couldn’t see the world of Faerie. Oh, and he was also sentient.
Due to his fellow bats not realizing he was there, he was abandoned at an early age. A very young Frederick made his way into the world alone, feeding on piglets mostly, and bothering predators that couldn’t see him. He continued to do this for twelve years or so, until he picked a fight with tribe of boggarts.
To his surprise, they could see him, and fell upon him with their little twig-spears. He managed to get away relatively unharmed, but he learned that some things in the world could see him. He quickly began documenting what kinds of creatures could see him, and what kinds couldn’t. Over the course of this endeavor, he learned a great many secrets about the unnatural world, secrets that he transcribed in his journals, which he keeps in a tiny bag across his shoulder.
These days, Frederick travels abroad, as a general source of information. Frederick knows the locations of ley lines, standing stones, fey enclaves, and places where the walls of the world are thin. He knows about almost every fey species, and many artifacts and old legends.
Clothes and Equipment:
Frederick wears artificial eyes to negate the need for echolocation and carries a tiny knife at his side. His bag contains his journals, a pen made out of a sliver of a blade of grass, and a bottle of ink made out of kernel of corn.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:07:34 GMT -8
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Post by Frederick on Nov 27, 2015 13:30:59 GMT -8
THE PREVIOUS NIGHT
<Enter from the One-eyed Shark> The knight briskly moved towards the edge of the city, helmet twisting from side to side as he scanned the surrounding area. While he was certain that he would be able to handle another human, the killer could very easily be some eldritch or fae horror. Best to keep an eye out. If one of those things gets the jump on me, it could be messy.
Edyrian reflected once again on how useful the enchantments inside his helmet were. When looking out, it was as if the metal surface didn't exist. He could see clearly, his vision not being restricted through the tiny visor. His former friend had given him a tongue-thrashing for accepting such witchery, but whatever helped him do his job more effectively was welcome. Assuming nothing happened on the way out, he would call for his griffin on the outskirts of the city. This call took the form of a terrifying, throat-wrecking screech. Edyrian coughed a bit after forcing it out. He would never get used to that. The griffin thumped into the ground not half a minute later. Her head tilted, as if questioning his presence. "Yes, yes. I know I said I'd spend the night in a proper bed, but the plans changed. There's a killer running amok in that city, hacking people up and causing a fair amount of terror. I figure we can help catch the guy, since we have nothing better to do. What do you think?" Her foot stamped the ground, dust puffing up around it. She obviously didn't think much of the killer. "I was hoping you'd say that." He removed his helmet. "I vote we camp outside the city limit. No paranoid townsfolk to get upset about you, eh, girl?" Another deep, rumbling trill resonated out from her chest. Without giving him time to respond, the griffin pounced on Edyrian, snatching him up. She headed further out from the city to a decent campsite, where they would both sleep and prepare for the next day. Quaffing down on an undignified yelp, he thought longingly of the cloak he had lent to that creature. Tonight was a bit chilly, and the rushing air didn't help... As Edyrian lands in the outskirts, a small bat approaches. It sets down near Edyrian's fire and crawls around, sniffing. It looks up at the griffin and hisses, then turns to Edyrian. "Ah, a seventh son of a seventh son! I knew I smelled something interesting. How fare thee this night?" |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2015 15:56:54 GMT -8
"Ah, excellent!" Robert runs off, then stops. "Actually...how would you like to catch a killer? I'm the mayor of this town, and I could use your help. Come with me." He heads off towards the docks. "The... Mayor? Well, of course we will. Our civic duty." Alecos said, striding after him, his cane rapping on the cobbles. Ihram follows. |
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Sir Edyrian Talgan
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: Sir Edyrian is a proud, hawkish man. He's tall for a human, standing somewhere above six feet. He has dark, sun-tanned skin and sports a messy head of thick black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Sir Edyrian is never seen without his blade, a surprisingly narrow sword of a dull grey metal that seems to radiate a strange feeling of emptiness. It is never strapped to his body, the scabbard always being carried by hand. A rather ornate spear is usually resting against his shoulder, a spear that seems to flicker in one's peripheral vision. A pair of masterfully-crafted leather boots adorn his feet, a single silver buckle binding each of them. He normally wears a set of plate under an overcoat, even in times and areas of peace. One can never be too careful.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 20:55:55 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Edyrian Talgan on Nov 28, 2015 21:56:59 GMT -8
As Edyrian lands in the outskirts, a small bat approaches. It sets down near Edyrian's fire and crawls around, sniffing. It looks up at the griffin and hisses, then turns to Edyrian. "Ah, a seventh son of a seventh son! I knew I smelled something interesting. How fare thee this night?" Edyrian whips away from the sack he was rummaging in and draws his blade. Anything that knows me for what I am is certainly supernatural.
He saw a bat snuffling around, but surely that wasn't it. Bats didn't speak, not even well-dressed ones with packs and, er... Forced to admit that he was, indeed, speaking to a bat, he decided to be polite. The little guy was tiny, and hitting bats with objects was notoriously tricky. Edyrian had spent many years with throwing axes and a forest, and he had yet to knock one out of the sky. "My apologies, little sir. I'm doing quite well tonight." The sword was sheathed. "Can I offer you something to eat? I'm afraid I don't know what your people would consume, but if I have it on-hand, consider a part of it yours." |
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Frederick
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: Thirty-something
Physical Description:
Frederick is, for lack of a better term, special. Seemingly a normal vampire bat, he was born with the inability to be sensed by anybody who couldn’t see the world of Faerie. Oh, and he was also sentient.
Due to his fellow bats not realizing he was there, he was abandoned at an early age. A very young Frederick made his way into the world alone, feeding on piglets mostly, and bothering predators that couldn’t see him. He continued to do this for twelve years or so, until he picked a fight with tribe of boggarts.
To his surprise, they could see him, and fell upon him with their little twig-spears. He managed to get away relatively unharmed, but he learned that some things in the world could see him. He quickly began documenting what kinds of creatures could see him, and what kinds couldn’t. Over the course of this endeavor, he learned a great many secrets about the unnatural world, secrets that he transcribed in his journals, which he keeps in a tiny bag across his shoulder.
These days, Frederick travels abroad, as a general source of information. Frederick knows the locations of ley lines, standing stones, fey enclaves, and places where the walls of the world are thin. He knows about almost every fey species, and many artifacts and old legends.
Clothes and Equipment:
Frederick wears artificial eyes to negate the need for echolocation and carries a tiny knife at his side. His bag contains his journals, a pen made out of a sliver of a blade of grass, and a bottle of ink made out of kernel of corn.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:07:34 GMT -8
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Post by Frederick on Dec 2, 2015 15:11:28 GMT -8
As Edyrian lands in the outskirts, a small bat approaches. It sets down near Edyrian's fire and crawls around, sniffing. It looks up at the griffin and hisses, then turns to Edyrian. "Ah, a seventh son of a seventh son! I knew I smelled something interesting. How fare thee this night?" Edyrian whips away from the sack he was rummaging in and draws his blade. Anything that knows me for what I am is certainly supernatural.
He saw a bat snuffling around, but surely that wasn't it. Bats didn't speak, not even well-dressed ones with packs and, er... Forced to admit that he was, indeed, speaking to a bat, he decided to be polite. The little guy was tiny, and hitting bats with objects was notoriously tricky. Edyrian had spent many years with throwing axes and a forest, and he had yet to knock one out of the sky. "My apologies, little sir. I'm doing quite well tonight." The sword was sheathed. "Can I offer you something to eat? I'm afraid I don't know what your people would consume, but if I have it on-hand, consider a part of it yours." "No foodstuff for me, no. Maybe a job though? Poor Frederick got kicked out of his last job. I told them not to go into the swamp, I did! But ol' Bert the Troll got 'em, yes he did. And then the women an' the children kicked poor Frederick out." Frederick flitted over closer to Edyrian. "You look like you're kitted out fer the long haul, seventh son of seventh son. Monster hunter? Or just overcautious? No need to worry about poor old Frederick, either way. I only give people death's address, I never hand deliver." |
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Sir Edyrian Talgan
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: Sir Edyrian is a proud, hawkish man. He's tall for a human, standing somewhere above six feet. He has dark, sun-tanned skin and sports a messy head of thick black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Sir Edyrian is never seen without his blade, a surprisingly narrow sword of a dull grey metal that seems to radiate a strange feeling of emptiness. It is never strapped to his body, the scabbard always being carried by hand. A rather ornate spear is usually resting against his shoulder, a spear that seems to flicker in one's peripheral vision. A pair of masterfully-crafted leather boots adorn his feet, a single silver buckle binding each of them. He normally wears a set of plate under an overcoat, even in times and areas of peace. One can never be too careful.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 20:55:55 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Edyrian Talgan on Dec 3, 2015 23:24:21 GMT -8
Edyrian sat back and pondered the situation. This little creature is certainly of a race I would consider magical. Perhaps Fae? I don't make a habit of working with such beings, but if his cards are worth enough...
The knight reattached the leather bindings on the sheathe that would hold the sword more firmly in place. If this creature were a threat, something more difficult to evade would be best. If it were indeed a Fae being, perhaps some iron filings would do the trick.
"You are correct on both accounts. I have been away from home for quite a while, now, and my primary occupation is the hunt of those supernatural creatures that plague humanity. Humanity has too many predators to simply amble along and hope for the best."
The griffin stirred as Edyrian patted her side. "I can't say that they're all bad. Some of them can be quite decent. To that end, you mentioned a job. What is your... profession?"
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Frederick
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: Thirty-something
Physical Description:
Frederick is, for lack of a better term, special. Seemingly a normal vampire bat, he was born with the inability to be sensed by anybody who couldn’t see the world of Faerie. Oh, and he was also sentient.
Due to his fellow bats not realizing he was there, he was abandoned at an early age. A very young Frederick made his way into the world alone, feeding on piglets mostly, and bothering predators that couldn’t see him. He continued to do this for twelve years or so, until he picked a fight with tribe of boggarts.
To his surprise, they could see him, and fell upon him with their little twig-spears. He managed to get away relatively unharmed, but he learned that some things in the world could see him. He quickly began documenting what kinds of creatures could see him, and what kinds couldn’t. Over the course of this endeavor, he learned a great many secrets about the unnatural world, secrets that he transcribed in his journals, which he keeps in a tiny bag across his shoulder.
These days, Frederick travels abroad, as a general source of information. Frederick knows the locations of ley lines, standing stones, fey enclaves, and places where the walls of the world are thin. He knows about almost every fey species, and many artifacts and old legends.
Clothes and Equipment:
Frederick wears artificial eyes to negate the need for echolocation and carries a tiny knife at his side. His bag contains his journals, a pen made out of a sliver of a blade of grass, and a bottle of ink made out of kernel of corn.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:07:34 GMT -8
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Post by Frederick on Dec 4, 2015 13:22:54 GMT -8
"Frederick considers himself a... gatherer, provider, and exploiter of supernatural information. I know the hidden places of the world, and those that dwell there. I know where the walls of reality are thin, and where the monsters are poking their heads through. Every tribe, every artifact, every species, all cataloged by yours truly in my journals. All I ask for is room and board, aye?"
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Sir Edyrian Talgan
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: Sir Edyrian is a proud, hawkish man. He's tall for a human, standing somewhere above six feet. He has dark, sun-tanned skin and sports a messy head of thick black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Sir Edyrian is never seen without his blade, a surprisingly narrow sword of a dull grey metal that seems to radiate a strange feeling of emptiness. It is never strapped to his body, the scabbard always being carried by hand. A rather ornate spear is usually resting against his shoulder, a spear that seems to flicker in one's peripheral vision. A pair of masterfully-crafted leather boots adorn his feet, a single silver buckle binding each of them. He normally wears a set of plate under an overcoat, even in times and areas of peace. One can never be too careful.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 20:55:55 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Edyrian Talgan on Dec 8, 2015 17:40:42 GMT -8
The choice was easily made. Fighting monsters and things supernatural was just as much a matter of knowledge and preparedness as it was strength and brawn. This little fellow could prove to be tremendously useful in the knight's line of work.
"I would be most pleased to hire you! I must know, what do you consider 'room and board'?" Edyrian gestured around at his campsite. "I cannot give you anything more than this at the moment, and the great outdoors certainly do not belong to me."
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Frederick
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: Thirty-something
Physical Description:
Frederick is, for lack of a better term, special. Seemingly a normal vampire bat, he was born with the inability to be sensed by anybody who couldn’t see the world of Faerie. Oh, and he was also sentient.
Due to his fellow bats not realizing he was there, he was abandoned at an early age. A very young Frederick made his way into the world alone, feeding on piglets mostly, and bothering predators that couldn’t see him. He continued to do this for twelve years or so, until he picked a fight with tribe of boggarts.
To his surprise, they could see him, and fell upon him with their little twig-spears. He managed to get away relatively unharmed, but he learned that some things in the world could see him. He quickly began documenting what kinds of creatures could see him, and what kinds couldn’t. Over the course of this endeavor, he learned a great many secrets about the unnatural world, secrets that he transcribed in his journals, which he keeps in a tiny bag across his shoulder.
These days, Frederick travels abroad, as a general source of information. Frederick knows the locations of ley lines, standing stones, fey enclaves, and places where the walls of the world are thin. He knows about almost every fey species, and many artifacts and old legends.
Clothes and Equipment:
Frederick wears artificial eyes to negate the need for echolocation and carries a tiny knife at his side. His bag contains his journals, a pen made out of a sliver of a blade of grass, and a bottle of ink made out of kernel of corn.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:07:34 GMT -8
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Post by Frederick on Dec 14, 2015 14:25:03 GMT -8
"Frederick hasn't seen this much food in weeks! These accommodations will suit me well, Master Seventh Son of Seventh Son. Now, in what way could I render my services of use?"
Frederick takes a bite out of a piece of meat.
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Sir Edyrian Talgan
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: Sir Edyrian is a proud, hawkish man. He's tall for a human, standing somewhere above six feet. He has dark, sun-tanned skin and sports a messy head of thick black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Sir Edyrian is never seen without his blade, a surprisingly narrow sword of a dull grey metal that seems to radiate a strange feeling of emptiness. It is never strapped to his body, the scabbard always being carried by hand. A rather ornate spear is usually resting against his shoulder, a spear that seems to flicker in one's peripheral vision. A pair of masterfully-crafted leather boots adorn his feet, a single silver buckle binding each of them. He normally wears a set of plate under an overcoat, even in times and areas of peace. One can never be too careful.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 20:55:55 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Edyrian Talgan on Dec 15, 2015 18:55:58 GMT -8
Edyrian gladly ceded the meat, rather impressed at the appetite of the tiny little creature.
"You have gathered that I'm a hunter of things supernatural. That whole business generally requires information. Can you imagine a mortal man like me, going against a troll or an ogre? It would very likely end badly. I need to know the strengths and weaknesses of these beings, if I wish to combat them effectively. Learning them all has been a life's work."
The knight glanced at Frederick's papers. "From what you've said, I gather you would know more of these things than I? There is ever more to learn, and any source more knowledgeable would be a welcome addition."
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Frederick
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: Thirty-something
Physical Description:
Frederick is, for lack of a better term, special. Seemingly a normal vampire bat, he was born with the inability to be sensed by anybody who couldn’t see the world of Faerie. Oh, and he was also sentient.
Due to his fellow bats not realizing he was there, he was abandoned at an early age. A very young Frederick made his way into the world alone, feeding on piglets mostly, and bothering predators that couldn’t see him. He continued to do this for twelve years or so, until he picked a fight with tribe of boggarts.
To his surprise, they could see him, and fell upon him with their little twig-spears. He managed to get away relatively unharmed, but he learned that some things in the world could see him. He quickly began documenting what kinds of creatures could see him, and what kinds couldn’t. Over the course of this endeavor, he learned a great many secrets about the unnatural world, secrets that he transcribed in his journals, which he keeps in a tiny bag across his shoulder.
These days, Frederick travels abroad, as a general source of information. Frederick knows the locations of ley lines, standing stones, fey enclaves, and places where the walls of the world are thin. He knows about almost every fey species, and many artifacts and old legends.
Clothes and Equipment:
Frederick wears artificial eyes to negate the need for echolocation and carries a tiny knife at his side. His bag contains his journals, a pen made out of a sliver of a blade of grass, and a bottle of ink made out of kernel of corn.
Registered: Nov 27, 2015 13:07:34 GMT -8
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Post by Frederick on Dec 21, 2015 12:40:10 GMT -8
"Just ask away, Seventh Son of Seventh Son. I know much. Almost as much as that stupid lich in the Free City that almost cut off Frederick's wings just for poking around. I wasn't stealing anything! I swear! What could I fit in this little bag anyway? I was just curious. If that's a crime, that greedy lich should have been executed five times over by now. Always mucking things up. At least Frederick knows how to be subtle."
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Sir Edyrian Talgan
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: Sir Edyrian is a proud, hawkish man. He's tall for a human, standing somewhere above six feet. He has dark, sun-tanned skin and sports a messy head of thick black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Sir Edyrian is never seen without his blade, a surprisingly narrow sword of a dull grey metal that seems to radiate a strange feeling of emptiness. It is never strapped to his body, the scabbard always being carried by hand. A rather ornate spear is usually resting against his shoulder, a spear that seems to flicker in one's peripheral vision. A pair of masterfully-crafted leather boots adorn his feet, a single silver buckle binding each of them. He normally wears a set of plate under an overcoat, even in times and areas of peace. One can never be too careful.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 20:55:55 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Edyrian Talgan on Dec 23, 2015 12:28:14 GMT -8
Edyrian nodded at the little fellow. "I am somewhat familiar with him; I did a bit of work on his behalf a while back. Caged some will-o'-the-wisps that kept dragging a caravan he was following of-course." With little more to say, he lapsed into silence.
The knight's meal was finished, the fire doused, and what equipment he had packed upon the griffin. He turned to Frederick while climbing atop his large companion.
"Why don't we test out what you know? Perhaps find something big, nasty, and dangerous, and then you can tell me all about it whilst I try to take it apart. It could be an interesting evening, don't you agree?"
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